Warning: Long post

Disclaimer: Since our blog is somewhat of our journal, that is why I am writing this post. It might not be that interesting to you, but I wanted to have it written down.

With a lot of people making their blogs private lately, I totally understand. I mean, there are a lot of weirdos out there and you can never be so sure who is looking at your day to day entries. Don't you just wish that it could be that easy to ensure that your house is private! Here is what I am getting at... Last week we had a little visitor come to our house when we weren't home! (I would have written about this earlier, but it has taken me this long to feel okay enough to write it down.) Last Tuesday afternoon I packed up the girls and we went to pick up Simon at work to go to South Valley's graduation (where Simon taught last year). We enjoyed our time there and then we went out to dinner with a friend. After dinner we still had to go to the District Office to drop off Simon to pick up his motorcycle. The girls and I followed him home. When we got home Kajsa wanted to play outside, so we just hung out and in the meantime a neighbor came over and we were talking. So we were outside for about a half hour. Then we decided it was getting late and needed to get the girls to bed, so we went inside. When I walked into the front room I noticed that the front door was a little ajar. Simon and I thought that was strange since we don't use our front door to come and go. But what was weird was that both doors were unlocked. We always have the front doors locked. I just shrugged it off and locked them then walked into our bedroom. That is when my whole body went numb! Our room had been ransacked and our clothes were thrown all over the place and drawers dumped out everywhere. I said to Simon, who wasn't far behind me, "Someone has been in our house." I kept repeating it over and over. I was in such shock. Simon being much more composed said, "Let's get out of the house and call the police. Don't touch anything!" As we were on our way out, I noticed that in the girls room, the lamp was knocked over, but it looked like nothing else was touched. So we got outside and called the police. They came pretty quick, but while we were waiting I started going to all our neighbors and asking them if they had seen anything or anyone suspicious in our neighborhood that afternoon. (We were gone between 3 p.m. to 7 p.m. Only 4 hours in broad daylight!!!) No one had seen anything! So Simon checked the whole house with the cop while the girls and I were at a neighbors house. The intruder had kicked in our side door busting up the inside of the frame and leaving a nice shoe print on the outside. (we had to get a new door) and then proceeded to go through everything in our bedroom and our kitchen cupboard with our vitamins and medicine. Then they must have walked out the front door hence why it was ajar. They didn't even go downstairs or touch anything else that we can tell. (Except they thought they needed to knock over the lamp in the girls room. That just added insult to injury!) They obviously had a plan of what they were looking for. They were probably quick in and out. So from what we can tell, they took a bottle of Lortab I had from after having Brynn, but I had never taken one so it was a full bottle. I also had a few pills of Tylenol with codeine left over from when I had my bad toothache at the end of my pregnancy. Those were in the kitchen cupboard, but we found the bottles empty in our room. They didn't take any checks or anything. We suspect that they were after drugs and money. Luckily, I didn't have any cash laying around or hidden. They even messed up our bed looking for stuff. The mattress and sheets were messed up. The only thing the cop could do for us is give us a case number for insurance purposes. They didn't take fingerprints or anything because he said that this happens alot. Well, thanks! He said they would just try to patrol our neighborhood more. It is hard to want to leave again in fear that someone will do this again, but then I am so grateful that I wasn't home with my girls in case they still would have wanted to come in. We have been thinking of hundreds of scenarios of who this person is and why they choose our house and so on, but that just makes us even more upset and it just isn't worth that. I am grateful that none of us were home and that they didn't take anything that was of great worth to us. I didn't want to write this to make anyone nervous, it is more to journal it, but has actually helped me feel a little better. Just remember to deadbolt and lock your doors no matter whether you are home or not.